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LITTLE JOE, THE WRANGLER 07
Said he'd try and do the best he could if we'd only give him work, Though he did n't know "straight" up about a cow; So the boss he cut him out a mount and kinder put him on, For he sorter liked the little stray somehow.
Taught him how to herd the horses and learn to know them all, To round 'em up by daylight; if he could To follow the chuck-wagon and to always hitch the team And help the "cosinero" rustle wood.
We'd driven to Red River and the weather had been fine; We were camped down on the south side inabend, When a norther commenced blowing and we doubled up our guards, For it took all hands to hold the cattle then.
Little Joe, the wrangler, was called out with the rest, And scarcely had the kid got to the herd,
When the cattle they stampeded; like a hailstonn, long they flew, And all of us were riding for the lead.
'Tween the streaks of lightning we could see a horse far out ahead — 'T was little Joe, the wrangler, in the lead; He was riding " Old Blue Rocket" with his slicker 'bove his head, Trying to check the leaders in their speed. |
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